Chapter 1786: Lying in conscience

Yang Ling’s gods fall into the chains of these rules and feel the changes. Under the tempering of plasma, the tree of the genus also radiates a more brilliant green glow, and what makes Yang Ling surprised is that the tree Some colored flower buds sprouted out like a starling star swaying between the branches and leaves.
Is this a big tree of genus?
Yang Ling was curious with a trace of uneasiness and doubts. He did not know what the consequences would be in the future.
But at this time, he can only be a silent spectator, watching himself slowly mutate.
"It turned out to be a holy robbery!" Thousands of kilometers away, a figure emerged from the void, looking up at the robbery in the sky and pumping a few times.
"It seems that the rise of the rain home can't stop anyone!" Tumo Yuan couldn't help but mutter again. In his opinion, this holy robbery must be the girl or the young man in the rain family. As for the old man who is dying of the wind home, he was directly ignored by him. With such a good chance, there is rain and green bamboo, and she will definitely not let the wind home take advantage of this big day.
In a blink of an eye, it is another month.
The robbery cloud of the sky has finally disappeared, and the robbery has been absorbed by Yang Ling and Feng Zizi.
Yang Ling is star-studded behind him, and an illusory colored light door is as dreamy as it is outside the time and space.
At this time, the wind scorpion has already passed through the sacred sacred world and has become a sub-saint. Behind it is also a white light flashing light door shadow, and the appearance has completely changed its face. Young people around.
"噗通~" The wind scorpion didn't have time to enjoy the joy of sanctification, but the first time he lingered in front of Yang Ling and smashed three heads.
This holy man-made came too suddenly. Just two months after Yang Ling, he actually turned from a dying person who was under the fence to a sacred place who lived in the top position of the Kyushu continent. This huge change of identity, Let him dream like a dream.
And Yang Ling said that he would like to send him a saint artificialization, but it still seems to have disappeared yesterday.
For the gift of the wind scorpion, Yang Ling is frankly accepted. If he does not have himself, this old man is expected to soon become a pile of bones. He is like his reborn parents. It is a matter of course to give himself a few heads.
At the same time, Yang Ling himself also gained great success in the sacred robbery, and even merged the door of the creation. At this time, it is suspended in the dojo. The starlight is shining, the light door seems to hide the infinite power, his present god. The scope of knowledge has been expanded to a few hundred kilometers, and the consciousness and mental power seem to have increased by a hundred times. Yang Ling estimates that his realm is about to reach the level of the top 9 magician.

Congratulations to Yang Daoyou, congratulations to the wind and the scorpion friends!

Rainy green bamboo floats, but the slightest blessings congratulate the two, the long skirt of the goose yellow is constantly floating with the breath, the temperament is ethereal, and the beautiful figure makes people think infinitely.
The wind scorpion hurriedly greeted the rain-green bamboo: "Thank you for the friendship of the green bamboo, the wind scorpion can have a good life today, but also a great tolerance for the Taoist friends! He is a friend of the day but has sent, the wind scorpion will not dare to shirk!"
"Green bamboo only borrows flowers to offer Buddha. When you can't make a big gift!" Yu Qingzhu's body gave a slight relief, and then looked at Yang Ling straight.
"Hey, what do you want to say to Daoyou?" Yang Ling was softly watched by these beautiful big eyes!
"The door of order that appeared when Daoyou was robbed is different from ours! Is this your unique nine-day practice?" Yu Qingzhu's eyes sparkled with strange light.
Yang Ling sighed and nodded quickly: "Yes, in addition to the comprehension order in addition to the nine-day period, there are two different methods of cultivation and fate. What I am repairing is creation, so it looks different. If you wait for a friend. I will know when I go to nine days!"
"Really, I can go for nine days too!" Yu Qingzhu surprised his mouth, and his beautiful cheeks were inexplicably surprised and excited.
"When I find what I am looking for, maybe everyone has this opportunity!" Yang Ling had to continue to lie with conscience.
As the saying goes, a lie needs a hundred lie to fill it. This sentence is true. Yang Ling even worried that if he really opened the passage to the outside world, Yu Qingzhu would find that there is no such thing as nine days. Press drowning in the water.
As the saying goes, it is like a splash of water, it can't be recovered, even if Yang Ling becomes a saint, because the opposite is also a saint, and the saint understands the order, has long been detached from the rules of time and space, even It’s time to let the time go back to what I just said, and this sentence has not been changed any more.
"Nine days away~"
At this time, thousands of kilometers away, Tumo Yuan, who has been hidden in the void and followed Yang Ling and others closely, but fell into disarray. He couldn’t help but exclaim, and the air was scattered and the void almost collapsed.
Yu Qingzhu, who is talking to Yang Ling, looked back slightly, but he did not find anything, but he already had some insights in his heart, so he said: "Since the wind scorpion friends have broken through the holy world, Yang Daoyou has also greatly increased its strength. We are still rushing to Tongtianzhu as soon as possible, otherwise I am afraid that there will be more night dreams!"
Yang Ling and Feng Zizi naturally know what she meant ~EbookFREE.me~ So the four people will no longer delay, and each set up a magic weapon to vacate and go to the depths of the endless eight pillars.
At this time, Kyushu was in the eastern part of Dongyang Prefecture, and another entrance to the place of the Eight Columns came to a group of people.
Three men and two women, one and a half of the old man's body stirred up, a white light flashed around the body out of thin air, obviously a master of the footsteps.
The remaining two men and two women are all young people. The two men are about twenty years old. They look like the martial arts. The other is about 30 years old. The burly figure is full of glare and lightning. They are all in the realm of immortality. The next two women, one looks like twenty-seven, eight, eight-eighth, graceful, graceful, full of breath, a purple long skirt keeps rolling, is also a fairy.
The last one was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a white dress, long hair loosely tied behind his head, the skin was unmatched in snow, and a pair of clear and clear eyes revealed a trace of coldness, at this time she looked At the front of the door, gently pinching a ring worn on the finger, the calm little face actually had uncontrollable mood fluctuations.
If Yang Ling is there, he will recognize at a glance that the girl in the white skirt is Oda Snow, and he will never think that he fell into the sea in the southeast of Shenzhou, and Oda Snow fell to the distance. Yangzhou, 100,000 miles away.

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